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Sierra Robinson Poem
I'd like that
breath back,
the one you
stole,
when I saw a
beautiful
shade of blue
rippling
to the shore.
Maybe it wasn't
the blue that
was the thief,
maybe the
wonder of the
crater slipped in
and stole it
right from my
lungs. Maybe
the culprit was
the gentle breeze
or the light
splash
of
cool water
in my
face.
But all in all, that summer day,
I knew how it felt, my breath
taken
away.
Copyright © Sierra Robinson | Year Posted 2012
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Sierra Robinson Poem
A cry for stability,
in a world where the
frayed edges of its sanity
steadily unravel,
is lost
as a
sigh only fuses with air
Everything once held
dear,
is disoriented and
peace is only
but a memory.
This is the
world we live in,
that the human
race, so kindly,
besmirches
the glory of God everyday.
This damaged
creation
was made to be beautiful,
flawless
but evil subtly smuggled itself
into God's extraordinary
design.
We call it sin.
Copyright © Sierra Robinson | Year Posted 2012
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